#alice: asks one question

[tartt9]

"Sorry - sorry, just- our old gaffer, Ted Lasso, when he first showed up at Richmond, he had no clue who Roy Kent were, so I figured it were a good idea t'make sure," he apologises. It's not like he could name even one American footballer [ do they even call them footballers there? He could name an American footballer, Pulisic's been making waves with Milan, but he definitely couldn't name an American footballer ]. Nevertheless, he's glad she knows who Roy Kent is - and she's likely just saved herself from literal hours of Jamie ranting about Kent's legacy that he's left on Sunderland, on Chelsea, on English and European footy as a whole.

He scoffs a little laugh at her words, his eyes glancing up towards the ceiling. Shame runs hot through his veins. How could he have become the man that he did? Pep would've been disappointed, his mum would've been disappointed, Paddy would've been disappointed. Yet he allowed himself to be moulded into the prick that he was by Mannion, by Cartrick, by his father. And he will never, ever forgive himself for it. "Don't think any of 'em much liked me off the pitch. Or on the pitch. Even if I kept 'em from relegation for two thirds of a season." And then they were relegated anyways, off of an assist from Jamie himself.

The question, though, brings him pause. "Erm... depends," he admits, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly. "City gets better results. Always has. Or, well, in my memory, always have, y'get me?" he asks. Before he was born, and when he was young, City went through the promotion-relegation-promotion cycle a handful of times, but they've been in the Premier League for twenty-one straight seasons, now, and it doesn't look like they're going anywhere. "Even now, we get second in the League, they get first. We're lookin' t'change that, but... y'know. The most beautiful game - y'never know how it'll end up."

Jamie runs his tongue over his lips, still thinking about Alice's question. "Management was better at City when I first showed up. Might still say it's better now. Don't get me wrong, Roy's a fucking brilliant gaffer, just as brilliant as he were a player. But Pep's the best manager in all of footy right now, that's undisputed. And it's Roy's first year. Maybe Roy'll overtake him someday, but..." he shakes his head. "Anyways - that ain't the point. Point is, Pep were, like, a million times better'n George Cartrick when it came t'managin' a club. The team - in both places - weren't... the best for me, y'get me? They weren't what I needed." At City, he was a small fish in a big pond, with only one man who trusted him, who listened to him, who valued him. At Richmond, he was a massive fish in a tiny pond, unable to flourish because he was being choked by a team that wasn't being used properly. "I'd never say a bad word about the lads - seriously, I wouldn't. The end of last season - where the team were nearly identical to the one I played with m'loan year - is proof that they're good footballers, they're good lads, we're a good side. But they were bein' mismanaged, bein' told all the wrong things, and it led t'mediocrity. That weren't their fault."

"Now, though...? Nah, no, I wouldn't say it's any better at City than it is at Richmond. I'm a fuckload happier where I am than I would be up in Manchester. This team's my family, and I just... I wanna make 'em proud, y'get me?"

he's caught her in a moment of reflection. alice wishes now that she had gotten a second drink. "i know who roy kent is." even if she lived in bubble of isolation - which she practically does, with how little of her time is spent browsing social media - it'd still be impossible not to know who roy kent is.

alice takes note of his pauses and sidebars. it's unfiltered, the way he speaks. unnecessary, but refreshing, in a way. she's had far too many conversations in life that feel carefully curated, like they're reading off a script. with jamie tartt, there still seems to be an element of surprise, not knowing where he'll venture next.

"i'm sure they loved you for that," she still stirs her straw in the empty glass, if only out of need to keep herself busy. the condensation soaks through to her fingertips, leaving them cold and numb. there's something about the way he rubs his jaw, the way some people do when they feel a sore coming in. she takes note of that too. "was it better over there? at city?" might be the first genuine moment of curiosity she's had all night - he has her wondering now.

[toomanyfandomsstuff]

Podcast themed ask game cause I’m bored!

1.) what’s the first podcast you listened to?

2.) what’s a podcast you’ve cried over?

3.) Favorite podcast pet? (Idk if that’s worded weird but like if one of the characters has a cat or smth)

4.) what podcast has the best soundtrack/music?

5.) what’s a podcast that you really like but find it kinda hard to follow the plot?

6.) what characters from different podcasts do you think would be friends?

7.) what characters from different podcasts do you think would hate each other?

8.) what’s a podcast where you mix up the characters voices?

9.) what’s a podcast that you know the characters so well you can recognize their breathing?

10.) what’s a podcast that you wish you could listen to again for the first time?

11.) what’s a podcast you’ve listened to more than once?

12.) what’s a podcast you wish more people listened to?

13.) what do you like to do while listening to a podcast?

14.) who is a podcast character that you love?

15.) who is a podcast character you can’t stand?

16.) what songs do you associate with a certain character/ podcast?

17.) what’s a podcast that you can’t stop thinking about?

18.) are their any podcasts that you regret listening to?

19.) whose your favorite podcast couple?

20.) whose a podcast character that you think would dress really cool?

[alicent-archive]

+

hotd 1.03 - Viserys not knowing where Rhaenyra is, and Alicent being the one to find her.

[sitq]

It hits me then.

I haven't ever known what I wanted out of life. Until now.

I sort of want to be dead.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Purple sop purple sop purple so

[thevalicemultiverse]

Venus: (an amnesiac seven year old) *to Alice* Hi, the nice man says my name is Venus *points to an older teen with crutches then looks back at Alice* You look sad, like you need a hug. Can I?

Forgotten Vows Verse

Alice: [sad smile, because she's not usually a hugger, but this small child has managed to yank on all of her heartstrings] You may. [and she will get down to make the hugging easier]

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 8.3 - Flesh of My Flesh

VLAD

Vlad talks over pancakes. He explains the pointy-eared man. He explains the light and the smoke and the way he’s noticed a glimmer popping up in the corner of his eye. He explains his theories, his anxieties, and the worst part of the whole thing—his attraction because it was inconvenient to be turned on by someone who might be imaginary.

They don’t dismiss him. They don’t argue.

“The world is a complicated place,” Nikolas says.

“You have systems,” Josef says, “You need to use them. You need to be tethered, or else you’ll float away.”

It’s the same thing he’s been told since he was a child. Vlad finishes his plate and curls up with his father on the couch while Nikolas gets a fire going. “I’m tired.”

“Of course you are,” Josef rustles Vlad’s hair, “Since you was a baby you never slept. You been riding all day and thinking non-stop. You need rest. You get cranky if not, hell, we all do.”

“But it’s not just sleep,” Vlad insists. “I feel on the cusp of something big. Like something is about to shift and I’ve just been waiting my whole life for it. But now I’m tired of prowling and pacing and waiting for it to come.”

“Soon,” Nikolas soothes when he sits down. “You just be patient. World is complicated, but things become clear when they’re meant to. In the meantime, I ever told you about the time I was chasing a target, and they ducked down a mine shaft?”

He has, but Vlad lets his grandfather tell it anyway because it's a good story.

---

It takes a few more days before Vlad feels like he’s back to himself. They’re strange days. He sleeps a lot. He hears his parents argue, not the usual shouting obscenities and making idle threats, but the hushed whispers that tell him it's about something real.

He meets William for that barley bale.

He manages to turn in the bare minimum of his assignments—mostly perfunctory since he intends to cheat his grades, but it’s a good exercise. 

And he does catch up with Alice. He wishes he’d done it sooner. Yes, he’s still seeing an attractive pointy-eared man who might possibly be imaginary, but keeping track of her requires his undivided attention. 

Like now when she was supposed to meet him at the Commons over an hour ago. Vlad can tell she was here because she’s forgotten her headphones.

It was something other sims noticed, too.

—To their detriment.

He finally locates Alice in the graduate dorm study room. “Greetings, Magpie. I’m sorry I was away for so long. I wasn’t feeling well.”

She whirls around, “Oh shit! What time is it? How late am I? I’m sorry! Are those my headphones?”

“Yes,” Vlad says, handing them over. "And don’t worry; I entertained myself. What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” She groans. “Well, not really nothing. I need to research that secret society I’ve been tracking, but I don’t read or do books. I mean, I can, but it’s hard.“ Her head dips, and she tries to avoid his gaze. “I usually use a voice reader for anything long or listen to audiobooks, but for whatever Watcher-forsaken reason, the research machine doesn’t have a headphone jack or even Bluetooth. So now I’m stuck.”

“Would you like help?”

“I’m not stupid,” she replies fiercely.

“And you like books,” he adds, arching a brow. “You simply use an alternate method to read. I think you need an assistant. And as it turns out, I love traipsing through endless reams of text and boring books.”

Immediately, her eyes light up. “So, I’m the boss of you?”

The delight etched across Alice’s face at the idea of being in charge of him is enough to send Vlad into the stratosphere. It also spawns a fantasy that makes his pulse race. Something inside him unwinds and stretches. It wraps fingers around his rib cage and peers out past his heart, pleased and bound. 

“Yes, I do very well with specific instructions. Feel free to demand whatever you want.”

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(Part 4 of 4)

[corvids-corner]

Introducing: Chester Katz a.k.a. Alice Kalinsky!🩷💜

(version without glasses + some info about him below)

This isn't two characters, they're one genderfluid drag performing vampire from 1920s Berlin

Masc presenting: Chester or Katz, he/him

Fem presenting: Alice, she/her

Androgynous: either name, first or last, they/she/he

close friends also call them Kitty

Turned at 25 in 1923, fled Germany and settled in New York in 1938, getting separated from their sire in the process, eventually sired Darius in 1958

[couriersgraveyard]

🎀 for marina and 🕊️🌀 for all your little guys (you pick who/how many reply to those!!)

[🎀] what is their main love language?

𓉸 Out of the 5 love languages, "Marina"'s would be quality time with a slowly increasing sprinkle of physical affection. It probably would have been acts of service instead if she wasn't exhausted all the time (it still kind of is for specifically Robin & Remy).

But to get really specific, her version of "quality time" would be sleeping/cuddling/taking naps with or near them. I mean yeah she still does show she cares by spending time doing stuff together but honestly it's not that hard for someone (even someone she doesn't like/hates) to guilt trip her into spending time with them. Sleeping on the other hand is something she refuses to do with just anybody. It makes her feel too vulnerable and emotionally exposed. She not only has to trust them but feel comfortable enough to be physically close to them (& not have the urge to pull away/pry them off her).

+But once they reach that stage with her it becomes harder to stay awake with them & even harder to sleep peacefully without them </3

[🕊️] When did they feel safest?

𓉸 For "Marina" it should be with her parents but it's hard for remember to remember what it felt like. She can vaguely recall the pale blonde-haired woman and tanned black-haired man and their interactions (sometimes better than others). She loved them, she knew that for sure, but they're not what comes to mind first. The most vivid memory she had of feeling "safe" (at the safest she felt at the time) was curled up in the corner of a locked pantry. It was the one place it never looked.

𓉸 Alicina felt the safest sitting on the pews in her church, basking in the light of her beloved god. Or at least back when she didn't have any doubts, any sinful thoughts. Back when she would look at Sydney with awe and not envy. She'll still pretend that she still feels safe there, and it wouldn't be entirely wrong as she still feels safest with Sister Jordan, but it's become more of a place to remind her of how she can't compare to Sydney.

𓉸 In the broad sense, Charlene felt safest when she was still living with her family. Before her dad "ran off" in search of something he couldn't find there. When he left, she didn't feel so safe, so maybe she felt safest with him? He wasn't much of a talker and definitely wasn't an affectionate man, a bit cold to be honest. But she always felt so safe holding his hand as he walked her around the mall, his other hand holding her brother's & his chest suppporting a sleeping baby tucked away in a carrier. He usually took them there to look for more items for his collection, says it was less weird than a grownman by himself looking for Sanrio items.

𓉸 For Vivika it was when she was would visit her aunt during the winters. More specifically when she was just a little girl curled up in her aunt's arms, on her infamous pink & red recliner that was placed a bit too close to the fireplace,filling her head with silly little love stories that would always end with a "they lived happily ever after." Vivika would have her read them over & over again until she knew her favorite stories by heart. Her aunt may be gone now but the stories she read to her still remain and so does that ugly looking chair her aunt used to rock her to sleep

[🌀] Do they have a recurring dream or nightmare?

𓉸 "Marina" has TONS of recurring nightmares. All of them always have the same pale figure with long black hair, wedding ring embedded into its finger, and sometimes maggots eating away at its flesh. It doesn't always start the same but it always ends one of two ways. It's hands tightly wrapped around her neck squeezing until it snaps or something sharp slicing it until it aligns with the scar that's already there. She can try to wake up to escape it but the figure remains tucked away in the mirrors reflection.

+She also tends to have the same dream of Robin. Robin is sitting on a plaid blanket near the entrance of the forest. Next to Robin is an angel with the face that matches her own only obscured by glasses, they're having a picnic. You can only watch.They're smiling and laughing, Robin seems healthy, it's nice. Robin leans in to place a flower crown on her head, they kiss.

𓉸 Alicina's recurring dream centers around her more....."sinful" desires. She dreams of Sydney, the supposed pinnacle of purity. Of tracing her finger, her lips over Sydney's bare figure taking note of all her "perfections." Of all the way Sydney is "better" than her. Alicina finds herself sinking her teeth into Sydney deep enough to make her bleed. She's hit with a warm feeling running over her lips, her tongue, and down her throat. It's tastes sickengly sweet and yet she just can't get enough. So she bites & tears & defiles until only she is left. The new pinnacle of purity as it should have always been.

𓉸 Charlene usually dreams of nice little family reunions. Her main nightmare takes place in the sewers. She's scouring the place with her "dad"(none other than Morgan). While looking through the trash she ends up cutting herself on a pair of glasses. She lifts it up to her candle & a design catches her eye. Wiping the grime she's met a little hello kitty design. She chuckles, looks just like dad's. She pushes more trash aside, a ring with the same design. She tries to pull the ring and up with it comes a hand. She starts digging and digging, finding more and more.Removing the last piece, she brings the candle closer. She's met with the face of her actual dad. All that she went through was for nothing. She doesn't get long to cry before feeling the steely grip of Morgan's filthy hand on her shoulder.

𓉸 Vivika just has nice little dreams about her muse in Disney-esque scenes. The only nightmares she has is getting her heart ruthlessly broken :(

[seaweedstarshine]

You know that time in the comics when the Doctor is so depressed, he shuts off the lights, turns on an interrogation spotlight, locks himself in the console room, and argues with a bunch of judgmental shadow-figures resembling his past incarnations?

And all the TARDIS' lights go out and her interior becomes a maze to keep his companions out of the console room, all from her psychic connection with the Doctor (“moodbleed”)?

And his companions are left wandering in circles for two days as the air goes “stale,” not knowing where he is but thinking the worst, while he hallucinates in a dark room?

...because I'm thinking again about the times this definitely happened when he was with the Ponds.

[purpletrashcans]

okay but does Atlas get to live a happy dragon life?

[felicityphoenix5]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as you make them smile. Please feel free to respond to this ask by listing some of your happiest memories, favorite qualities about yourself, or discussing something you are super passionate about. You may send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile (but no pressure).🦉

hmm..... i recently got a new happiest memory: super awesome school musical rehearsal that was just . god . it was so fucking fun . we were told to improvise out blocking for Arguably Thee Cuntiest Song In The Musical and hooooooly shit did we slay . oh my god . i got be my most venomous, cuntiest, mean-girls-esque-est, mockingest self and I WAS LIVINGGGGGG FOR ITTTTTTTTT

[frondere]

Hello there dear Moth <3 hope you're having a great day!

tell us please (if it's okay for you) what's inspiring you for writing? who's your muse? 🤍🦐

AHHHH my muse is called i was thrusted into a creative writing job and needed to rewire my brain<333

But for a small peek into my life [obvi, the internet, I'm being very broad with my personal life rn] , I've focused on studying  dendrology, and have a technical background, so writing....freely? In a sense? Was never on my agenda, or something I was accustomed to. So working now, in a field that i know NOTHING ABOUT??? I guess you can say my muse is trying to step away from that background and literally using this as a means of practice, both personal and for my current job.

Since graduating I've been in a sort of limbo of trying to find things I enjoy as well, so taking time for drawing or writing is a part of relearning myself! I was never new to AO3, hell, after finally making my account I was finally able to go through my bookmarks from 2015 (a mix of supernatural....sherlock....marvel....etc....) and just rereading some things made me want to pick up writing!

[goldeneyedgirl]

@sonyawix I can't stop laughing, I take a few days off to recover and I got all your messages.

Okay, let's go. 1/3

Deaf Mary-Alice is just there to be wholesome and romantic and healing and acceptance. I probably will retcon some aspects of it in the future because the idea of Jasper being "I wonder if I should kiss her. Do we still do that? Can we? Has she moved on?" And Mary-Alice being "About time."

And yes, the Jane scene mirrors STL. Jasper lost his temper in both 'verses when Mary-Alice was attacked. He's never not going to defend his girl in any verse.

I love how much you love Anathema because that fic was such a random, rogue thing that occurred. 'I'll write a fun, silly romcom where Jasper falls in love with the daughter of a mortician' was the brief, and it got out of hand. If you think I had a plan for any of it, you are sorely mistaken and we're just going by what Vibes at this point. (I mean, I've got the plot now, but we're still going with what vibes.)

What I'm hearing is that I need to make this my Fall Fic and put my head down in Australian Fall to post the first few chapters for American Fall. Hmm.

<3 you Sonya, thank you so much for your messages, they always make me smile!

(2 and 3/3 coming tonight.)

[bialvindraper]

Hiiiii, HOTD mutual here reporting for duty 🫡

which are lesbians

[morallygreykoifsh]

Okay I have my Mt dew and sleepy brain I'm ready for part 2 of Alicent & Cannibal wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Alright so I had a new scenario for them...

Alicent gets sick immediately after claiming(read: getting yoinked by a big pterodactyl) Cannibal because of Valyrian blood magic or something and Cannibal dragging her to dragonmount because he's seen sick dragons are treated there

And he sorta just finds a spot to chill not letting anyone near her that doesn't look like those weird humans that talk to the other dragons sometimes...

Viserys like usual ignores the problem out of delusion believing there's no way Alicent claimed the Cannibal of all beasts much less a dragon in general but Rhaenyra worried about Alicent goes to check on her and see that Cannibal didn't eat her(he would never ofc)

She finds a feverish Alicent being watched over by this terrifying silent dragon with clear signs of flesh on its teeth now making eye contact with this monstrous dragon scared to death tries to slowly walk out of the cavern they are in to get a dragon keeper

This has a good effect surprisingly as Cannibal calms at their presence and lets them near his rider/mama but doesn't let them leave with her the beast gestures strangely for them to treat whatever the hell is going on with his human...

(Cannibal: look I let y'all near her to help her but that doesn't mean you can take her away from me I will eat all of you if you try tho)

And when Alicent is finally stable he tries to get her to fly with him again to properly secure the bond between them but she vetos that idea cause he doesn't have a saddle for one and two- wait how in the seven hells can she understand this thing

I imagine her being like those dads who say they don't want a dog but treat the dog better than their own kids half the time

Of course, eventually, they try to measure him but now the keepers can't get close so Alicent has to do it herself, and because "sweet" Cani Bal won't let the keepers near him she has to attach the saddle as well but she gets the hang of it

Aemond gives her pointers on mounting a dragon far larger than average, especially for your first time(though he does info dump about dragons the entire time but Alicent loves him so she just listens)

Aegon gets her some dragon-riding clothes and tells her about his bond with Sunfyre and gets excited about the fact their dragon bonds are so similar

Helaena makes her a dragonfly-inspired hair ribbon for when she rides, she also finds out that Cannibal will let her near him(don't ask how she found that out tho...) so she makes him a ribbon too, if you can call it that it's a pretty massive ribbon

Alicent & Cannibal's first flight is rocky at the start cause she's Cannibal's first rider and it's Ali's first flight in general, but eventually, they get the hang of it and in HTTYD style start trusting each other to the point of Alicent not having to say a word for Cannibal to understand her

(Criston is in awe of her but is extremely worried every time she's near Canican)